TSFLIP Chapter 904

In other words, he’d eaten the tofu and then eaten it again, not leaving so much as a single crumb behind.

She said indignantly, “That’s not fair!”

“How is it not fair?”

“You’ve already seen me, but I haven’t seen your body at all!” Even last night it was pitch-black—she’d just been held in his arms while he did this and that, without her getting even the slightest chance to admire his body.

Song Wuxia stroked his chin, nodded, and said seriously, “Fengguang makes a good point… then how about this.”

He tugged open his collar, took her hand, and slipped it inside, pressing it against his chest. Smiling, he said, “Fengguang can look however she wants, touch however she wants.”

“You’re really… generous,” she said, the corner of her mouth twitching.

Song Wuxia smiled. “When it comes to Fengguang, I’ve always been generous.”

Fengguang sighed. She knew full well that she would never win an argument with him.

“Since Fengguang isn’t taking the initiative,” Song Wuxia sighed theatrically, “then I’ll just have to do it myself.” As he spoke, he grabbed her wrist, leaned in, and pushed her down onto the bed. Holding her chin, he pressed a kiss to her lips and slowly teased it, murmuring, “It’s still early… shall we go another round?”

Though his tone sounded like he was asking for her opinion, his actions said otherwise—while kissing her, he briskly began undressing her without pausing for even a second.

Fengguang’s mind turned into a muddled mess, dizzy and unfocused. Naturally, she could only do whatever he said.

By the afternoon, the dignified Crown Princess finally returned to the Eastern Palace.

Song Wuxia personally escorted her back. No one dared to lift their heads to look at Fengguang, let alone whisper or point. Only Feiyu occasionally sneaked a glance upward, looking at Fengguang with worry in her eyes.

Song Wuxia had always been very satisfied with his authority. One could say the palace was filled with his eyes and ears—anyone who dared spread idle gossip would disappear from this world immediately.

Just as Fengguang was about to enter the sleeping quarters, Song Wuxia caught her hand and, quite openly, kissed her on the forehead. In a gentle voice, he said, “If you’re still not feeling well, you can come to Cui Bamboo Pavilion. I’ll help Fengguang apply the medicine.”

Thinking of what he meant by “apply the medicine,” Fengguang’s ears burned. She hurriedly looked around—everyone was properly keeping their heads down, not daring to look her way. Comforting herself, she pretended they hadn’t seen or heard anything.

She glared at him and whispered, “Have some restraint.”

Song Wuxia blinked innocently. “Am I being very improper?”

Nonsense!

Fengguang shot him another glare, then turned and ran straight into the inner palace.

Mm… that glance was truly captivating.

The very first second after she left, he already missed her. Song Wuxia even thought about following her inside and taking her straight to Cui Bamboo Pavilion. Just then, the wind carried different news. He turned around and saw Baili Mo.

Song Wuxia smiled. “Your Highness, the Crown Prince, good afternoon.”

At some point, all the palace servants had withdrawn. The afterglow of the setting sun fell over Song Wuxia, making him look even more like a victorious war god.

And in the profound quiet, another voice suddenly sounded: “Lord Song, good afternoon.”

Song Wuxia narrowed his eyes, a sharp chill flashing through them as he studied Baili Mo.

Baili Mo let out a soft laugh. His voice was warm and steady, yet carried no sense of threat. “Lord Song, would you be interested in talking?”

“What does the Crown Prince wish to discuss with me?”

“About Fengguang—and about my true identity.”